Author's note : Hello everyone ! Sorry for the delay but with work... This chapter is a lonnnnng chapter, it takes place during the sign of three ^^ The older version was waaaaaaay better, so it's a pain to re-write it, it came out a bit shitty so i'm sorry for that. Hope you'll like it anyway :)
Don't forget to review pleaaaaaase :3
Molly's heart was pounding as she held Tom's hand in front of 221B BSt's door. They entered the apartment, and Molly greeted the assistance :
« - Hello everyone ! » she said
« - Molly ! » said a surprised John.
« - Everyone, this is Tom ! she said with a giant smile. Tom this is…everyone ! »
« - Hi ! » said Tom with a shy smile.
« - Hi ! » responded Greg with a surprised look.
But for the moment, no one had noticed the look on John's face, as if this « Tom » was someone he knew.
« - It's really nice to meet you ! » continued Tom, turning to an amazed John.
« - Woaw, John finally said holding his hand, yeah, I'm John, same to me ! »
« - Ready ? » asked the voice of Sherlock, still looking at the window.
John detached his look from this strangely familiar Tom, and answered :
« - Ready ! »
Then, Sherlock turned, took some step to join them, gave a genuine smile to Molly who responded shyly. But when he crossed Tom's look, he froze. Blue icy eyes, curly dark hair, pointy black shoes, black pant, a coat and a nodded scarf. A physical replica of himself.
« - Champagne ? » asked Greg as John was smiling at the idea of all the deductions Sherlock was making about Tom.
« - Yes ! » answered Molly in a joyful tone.
John was expectantly waiting for Sherlock's reaction, and he simply shook Tom's hand in a polite but bief manner. He gave a last smile at Molly, and she said thanks to Greg who was handing her a cup of champagne as he got out of the apartment. John observed with a malicious smile one last time Tom's face and followed Sherlock outside.
As Tom was frinking his champagne he made conversation with Mary and Mrs Hudson, and Gred approached Molly while looking strangely at Tom. Apparently, him too had noticed the evident ressemblance between him and Sherlock.
« - So errr…, he began. Is it serious you too ? » he asked.
« - Yeah ! answered a joyful Molly. I've moved on ! »
Outside of the apartment, John was closing the door and turned to Sherlock while asking :
« - Did you…? »
« - I won't say a word. » answered Sherlock as he put on his scarf.
« - No, better not ! » muttered John.
The spring had begun in London. Molly was cheerful, she loved that season, she wore colorful clothes and the Watson's wedding was coming. Tom and her were invited as friends, and Molly was very happy about this. The only remaining thing which worried her was Sherlock. One day at work, as Greg Lestrade had to pick a rapport at St Barth's, Molly asked him to come to the lab where she worked.
« - Greg ! » she said expectantly.
« - Molly. » answered back Greg while walking to her.
« - I just had a thought… » she began, handing a sort of big metal bowl.
« - Is that a brain ?! » exclaimed Greg, looking inside the bowl.
« - What if John asks Sherlock to be his Best Man ? » asked a worried Molly.
« - Well he will, he is his best friend ! » answered Greg, the evidence there.
« - Exactly. » pointed out Molly, putting her arms around the metal bowl.
« - So ? » asked Greg, not seeing the point.
« - So he'll have to make a speech, said Molly with a nervous tone. In front of people. There'll be actually people who will be actually listening. »
Greg seemed to realize.
« - Wh..What's the worst which could happen ? » he asked to Molly.
Molly raised her eyebrows.
« - Helen-Louise probably wondered the same… » she said.
« - Helen-Louise ? » asked Greg, a bit lost.
Molly looked down in the metal bowl and Greg followed her stare to see a brain floating in its blood. Then she got back her experiments with Helen-Louise's brain, letting perplex Greg. Later, she though about one more thing which could be worse than a speech for Sherlock. She decided to warn the only person able to help in these cases : Mrs Hudson.
« - Oh hello dear ! » the landlady said in the phone.
« - I was just thinking, muttered in her phone in the middle of an experiment, if..if John does ask Sherlock… »
« - The speech ? answered Mrs Hudson. I know dear, it'll be fine ! »
« - It's not just the speech though, is it ? » insisted Molly.
« - What's on your mind dear ? » asked the landlady.
« - I was just thinking….about the telegrams… » finally said Molly.
But the only thing she heard before the phone hang up, was a huge owl laugh.
Some days after, Sherlock came to the laboratory to ask her about :
« - Murder scenes ? asked Molly. Locations of…murders ? »
Sherlock wanted to bring John to every place where they had found a corpse because just doing the underground stations « lacked the personal touch », and have a drink there.
« - Delightful ! mocked Molly. Why do I come in ? » she asked.
« - Don't wanna get ill, answered Sherlock. I would ruin and spoil the mood. »
« - You're a graduate chemist ! said Molly in a fake anger tone. Find and just work it out ! »
« - I lack the practical experience. » smiled politely Sherlock.
Molly turned and lost her smile. Then she decided to play on his polite side.
« - You mean I like to drink ? » she said looking away.
« - Occasionally. » offered Sherlock as an answer.
« - That I am a drunk ? » enchained Molly.
« - No. » he said blankly.
And then he realized it was a matter of hurting people to induce they could be drunk.
« - No ! » he said louder under the judging stare of Molly.
Then there was a silence where Sherlock felt the need to excuse himself for what he induced.
« - You look…well. » he said after some difficulties to find the right words.
Molly had a slight smile. Even if before it was for using it, now that she new she mattered, she wanted he little compliment before working for him….to see if he was able to resist her and the opposite. And the answer was no.
« - I am ! » she answered without stuttering and with a certain pride like « I can be good without you ».
« - How's…T…o….m ? « he said unsure of the name.
« - Not a sociopath. » answered back Molly with a teasing smile.
« - Still ? Good ! » approved Sherlock.
« - And we're having quite a lot of sex ! » teased Molly with a smile.
Sherlock posed, not really sure of what to answer to this. He had a frozen smile and searched for the signification of this revelation.
« - Okay… » he finally said, putting out of his coat an entire file.
He wanted her to calculate John's alcohol rate precisely.
« - Light headed, good. » he said.
« - Urinate in a wardrobe , bad. » finished Molly as Sherlock approved her point of view.
When the big day arrived, Molly was excited to wear that beautiful yellow outfit she found with Tom while shopping for the wedding. The ceremony at the church was really moving and Molly was touched by John and Mary's love. At its end, the groom and the bride got out and the photos were taken. Tom had his arm around Molly's back but she wasn't really interested in him though, but rather in the beautiful black haired Bride's Maid holding Sherlock's arm. She knew the « tradition » between Bride's Maid and Best Man, and she didn't like to see Sherlock smile to her and speaking low to her. They finally came to congratulate Mary and John, then they entered the reception hall. The decoration was splendid, Molly loved it, the room had yellow tones, flowers, the tables were white, there were huge windows…all of it was very romantic. She was so excited that she could not stop cuddling Tom, a bit embarrassed. But Molly did that in the deep to try to make Sherlock jealous and leave his violet puppet. Though when the photographer came to take pictures of them, Tom was so embarrassed that he pushed Molly away a bit to calm her down. During the speech, Molly was really stressed and relaxed when Sherlock made the most beautiful tribute to his best friend John Watson. Sherlock then talked about an unsolved case they had together, and when he asked Greg Lestrade to make a theory, he turned to be ridiculous, speaking about a…dwarf. But when Sherlock asked for the assistance to make theories, Tom whispered to Molly :
« - He stabbed himslef ! »
« - Hello ? Who was that ? said Sherlock as Tom turned to him. Tom ! Got a theory ? »
Molly looked at Sherlock with a bit of anxiety but a lot of pride, pride that her boyfriend was able to make a theory about an unsolved murder. But as Tom, getting up from his chair, explained his theory, Molly's smile vanished. Apparently, even if he was physically looking like Sherlock Holmes, Tom was far to have his brain. And when the word « meat dagger » came out of his mouth, Molly spoke between her teeth :
« - Sit. Down. »
But then Sherlock continued his speech as Molly made some embarrassed smile to people who looked at her and Tom. Then the speech gone on, with some sort of panic suddenly, when the toast moment had come. Sherlock began to act weird, speaking about who could be murdered at this wedding. Molly knew something big was going on so she was carefully listening to him as he asked Greg to lock the room, in case he needed her. He began to speak quickly, moving in all the corners of the room,
« - He's pissed, isn't he ? » asked Tom to Molly.
But she angrily planted her plastic fork in his hand which made him shout silently. She was focused on Sherlock and was hopping he could find what was going to happen. Suddenly Sherlock leaved the room with John, followed by Mary. Molly tried to go with them, but Tom took her by the arm.
« - What are you doing ? » he said.
« - What if they need me ?! » she shouted while trying to move away.
« - They would have asked for it then… » said strongly Tom, retaining her.
She gave him a weak smile and then came back to her seat, melting to people who were wondering what was happening.
Some hours later, Sherlock came back and Molly got up from her seat to join him, but one more time, Tom warned her with an arm on her shoulder. Though, Molly noticed that Sherlock was accompanied by Janine, the Bride's were dancing waltz together and speaking low. Molly swallowed hard and put her attention to Tom, making conversation, but kipping an eye on Sherlock.
When the bride and groom's waltz time came, everyone parted around the hall and John and Mary were in the middle, in a soft light. Sherlock was on a little stage above them, and he began to play violin as they began to dance. Everyone had their eyes on the couple, except Molly who had only eyes for Sherlock. She loved when he played violin. And it seemed to her that he smiled at her while playing, unless it was to Janine, just next to her. Molly was really happy for John and Mary but couldn't help faking her smiles. Tom was surveilling her with the corner of the eye, trying to stupidly smiling. When the waltz finished, Janine shouted to greet Sherlock and this one trough her his bunch of flower. Molly gave her a genuine smile. Sherlock made a quick speech after playing, telling his vow to protect all three Watson. He repeated and said « both of you, not three of you sorry ! » but for Molly, there was no doubt, it was the unexpected deduction : Mary was pregnant. She gave a quick look to Sherlock John and Mary, and the look on Mary's face told her she was right.
Sherlock searched someone in the assistance when people were dancing. He found her. Janine. But she was dancing with a guy he had picked for her before. HIs smile vanished and he gone to the stage to put the partition into the enveloppe named « Dr and Mrs Watson ». Then he took a decision. The game was on. He knew it. And since his option for the moment was taken, he will have to get back to the worse one. Getting back to his old demons. Only Molly noticed he was leaving the party sooner than the other, letting the invited dancing with each other. Molly had a the little thought to catch him but she raised her head and continued to dance, sharing an happy moment with Tom. « I have moved on » she repeated in her head while smiling.